Perfect Husband: “Gas is a dollar freaking thirty six a litre. We’re never gassing up again.”
Me: “Argh! We should just, like TAKE OVER the Middle East. Forget the peacekeeping stuff.”
Perfect Husband: “Ha!” *mimes talking into a phone* “…I’m sorry, you’re being invaded by who?!”
Me: “They’d never see it coming.”
Perfect Husband: *still talking into the imaginary phone* “No, no, it’s okay. Just give them some beer and doughnuts, and they’ll go away.”
Me: “Damn. That’s true.”
